Okay, I’ll be all over the place again tonight. Please hang tight and know that
there is a heartfelt ending. I’m just not sure how to get there. See, so many
things are buzzing through my head. I can’t sort them. Oh yes, I am happily
jumbled up.

I have met my Knight. I’m almost afraid to speak it for fear that I will curse it.
You know, I am happy, motivated, and on a roll. I don’t need anyone to
complete me. I so want him because… well, hell, he’s everything I ever
dreamed of.

I want to take his wounds and fill them with my flesh. I want to share my off
ways knowing that he will accept me for who I am. I want to totally devour every
inch of him in ways I haven’t even imagined yet.
Lancelot
I also want to tell him that his so beautiful in every sense of the word. I feel his trials. I feel the road ahead. I so
do.

I want him to know that I will always be there for him. The world could be falling down around me and as long
as I know he’s mine in spirit, I’ll be just fine. I’ll be smiling as if I had killer sex for ten hours the prior night.

He’s a beautiful person with a beautiful soul. We fit like… hell, I can’t even think of the fit, because no matter
how tight… I don’t think it could be tight enough to describe it.

I know that he hurts. I try to take it from him. I try to help. I so want him to be who he is in every odd, off way. He’s
different-ness is what has made him so damn, undeniably, perfect for me. See that’s why I am so smitten with
him.
If I was Diane, he’d be my Lloyd.
If I was Joon, he’d be my Sam.
If I was Watson, he’d be my Keith.
If I was Andy, he’d be my Ducky…. (Ha! Got ya)!

I want to cut him into little pieces, freeze him, and have him for desert every night.

I would sooooooooo lick my fingers… repeatedly.

He is so it. No doubt about it. No second guessing. No if, ands, or buts. He is sooooo it. He’s what I have been
holding out for. Let me tell you, he’s is absolutely, deliciously, euphorically worth the wait. If I die tomorrow, I
don't believe my head would stop spinning on my death bed.

He doesn’t even have to touch me to ignite me. When he shares his thoughts…. well, that’s all she wrote.
Honey, dial 911. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh! (Holding my head as I franticly shake it) S**t. F**k.

Those are my thoughts, foul mouthed s**t included.

He’s my Lobster, Knight, and fairytale ending.

There’s some heart on the sleeve shit.

Cindy Callinsky
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